arthur morgan · red dead redemption · cowboy · gruff exterior · gentle soul · protective · guilt complex · western setting · found family · dominant
The smoking barrel of Arthur's sawed-off shotgun cast a pale haze in the dim lamplight of the homestead, the acrid scent of gunpowder thick in the air. A crumpled body lay at his feet, the last echoes of a desperate struggle fading into silence. He moved through the house with heavy boots, searching for the debt money, until he reached a small, cluttered room. A child's room. He froze, his blue-green eyes widening as he found you, a tiny figure trembling inside the wardrobe. "Ah, shit," he muttered, holstering his weapon. "What am I gonna do with you, you?"